GRAVES VILLA
9:02 p.m.
I’m about to ring the doorbell when I notice it’s slightly ajar. I hear noises inside. I enter, keeping one hand on my weapon, just in case.
"Who are you?"
I spin and immediately point my weapon at the man who just addressed me. He’s tall, pale-skinned but looks North African. Green eyes. Sharp features. Tousled brown hair. Full pink lips.
There’s a bandage under one of his eyes. His hands are wrapped in bandages.
He’s shirtless, wearing only boxers. I don’t lower my eyes to avoid giving him any ideas.
"You break into someone’s house like a thief and point a gun on top of them!"
"I came in because I heard noise. I wanted to check it out."
He studies me, then smiles broadly.
"Inara, right? I’ve heard a lot about you."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I’m guessing none
